"When you open a book," the sentimental library posters said, "anything can happen." This was so. A book of fiction was a bomb. It was a land mine you wanted to go off. You wanted it to blow your whole day. Unfortunately, hundreds of thousands of books were duds. They had been rusting out of everyone's way for so long that they no longer worked. There was no way to distinguish the duds from the live mines except to throw yourself at them headlong, one by one. --Annie Dillard, An American Childhood

I would like to live to be a hunded because loving and being loved are so good and there are so many books; but were I to learn now that I had only a week left, I would finish today's spell of writing, have the cup of coffee that I crave and go on with the one book I'm reading. --John Tittensor, Year One: A Record

April 25, 2013

Delirium

by Lauren Oliver

[It is] the condemner and the condemned. The executioner; the blade; the last-minute reprieve; the gasping breath and the rolling sky and the thank you, thank you, thank you, God.

Love: It will kill you and save you, both.

April 22, 2013

January 28, 2013

Color of the Year : 2013 : Yellow

by Bridget Pilloud

When you feel lost, feel where you are. Draw a line from the center of your belly up through your head, up into the heavens, and another line from the center of your belly down through your feet. Feel yourself standing between heaven and earth, being part of both.

December 27, 2012

Mother and Fawn

by Angie Yingst

It all makes me feel old and brand new, like a fawn, spots like code across my back, and my legs not quite strong enough to hold my own weight and yet hours away from running.

December 17, 2012

The Salt God's Daughter

by Ilie Ruby

It was as possible to miss someone in front of you as it was to miss someone who had left. It was also possible to miss someone who had not yet been born. This I had learned.

November 18, 2012

The Testament of Mary

by Colm Toibin

Already, what was to occur weighed on me. At times, however, I forgot about it, I let my mind linger over anything at all only to find that what I was moving towards was waiting to spring as a frightened animal will spring. It came like that, in sudden jolts and shocks. And then it came more slowly, more insidiously. It entered my consciousness, it edged its way into me as something poisonous will crawl along the ground. On one of the nights during my journey I wandered out under the sky which was lit with stars and I believed for a moment that soon these stars would cease to glitter, that the nights of the future would be dark, that the world itself would undergo a great change, and then I quickly came to see that the change would happen only to me and to the few who knew me; it would be only us who would look at the sky at night in the future and see the darkness before we saw the glitter. We would see the glittering stars as false and mocking, or as bewildered themselves by the night as we were, as left-over things confined to their place, their shining nothing more than a sort of pleading.

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It seemed astonishing to me that I carried a burden that no one could instantly see, that I must have looked ordinary to everybody I saw who did not know me, that everything was held inside.

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I asked myself if there was anything I could do to pretend that this was not happening, that it had happened in the past to someone else, or that it was going on in a future I would never have to live through.

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I had been made wild by what I saw and nothing has ever changed that. I have been unhinged by what I saw in daylight and no darkness will assuage that, or lessen what it did to me.

October 23, 2012

We Learn Nothing

by Tim Kreider

Our lovers are summoned up by the most primal and naked parts of ourselves. Introducing these people to our friends and family is, in a way, more heedlessly exhibitionist than posting nude photos or sex tapes online; it's like letting everyone watch our uncensored dreams.